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The Nation's 
Sorrow and Consolation : 



A Sermon preached in St. James' Church, New York, on the 
Sunday after the death of President Garfi«rf7^L^PA\ 



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REV. CORNELIUS B. SMITH, 



Rector of the Parish. 






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The Nation's 
Sorrow and Consolation : 



A Sermon preached in St. James' Church, New York, on the 
Sunday after the death of President Garfield. 



REV. CORNELHJS-B: 'SMITH, 

Rector of Ihe Parish. 



Prayer and Science. 
The Revelation of Humanity. 
The Power of the Christ Spirit. 
The Duties of the Hour. 



New York : 
I). APPLETON & CO. 

1881. 



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Niu Vork, September 30, 1881. 
Dear Mr. Smith : 

The undersigned members of St. James' Church respectfully re- 
quesl that you will oblige them with the manuscripl of your most 
admirable sermon, " Hie Nation's Sorrow and ('(insolation," de- 
livered on Sunday morning, together with a copy of your Monday 
address on President Garfield, with a view to their publication and 
preservation. 

We are. dear M r. Smith, 

Very faithfully yours. 

I as. Gram Wilson, Thomas Rutter, 
Edward Livingston, Walter Shriver, 
Fred. S. Salisbury, Lyman Tiffany, 
William H. Duff, I >avid Dows, 

Everett r. Wheeler. 



New York, October 28, [881. 



Mv Dear Friends: 



As the national sorrows through which we all have been passing 
involve many permanent lessons relative to the sphere of prayer, and 
the teachings of God, I thank you for your kindness, and cheerfully 
place these thoughts at your disposal. 

Very sincerely yours. 

Cornelius r>. Smith. 



Gen. Jas. Gram Wn »mas Rutter, Esq., Edward Livingston, Esq., 

Walter Shriver, Esq., and otl 



SERMON. 



11 For behold, the Lord, the Lord of Hosts, doth take 
away from Jerusalem and from Judah, the mighty man, 
the man of war, the prudent, the honorable man, the 
counsellor, and the eloquent orator." — Isaiah, III. — 

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On the last Sunday morning in June, St. James' 
Church at Long Branch was filled, as usual, with wor- 
shippers. Among them there came very quietly and 
unobtrusively a gentleman and his daughter. Some 
children, in an adjoining pew, might have had their 
attention somewhat distracted had they conjectured 
that the President of the United States was so near 
them. However, they simply noticed that he was a 
person of imposing presence, and in splendid health, a 
kingly-looking man, evidently forgetful of himself and 
absorbed in the services. After the worship was con- 
cluded, the greetings of a few of his acquaintances dis- 
closed his office to those who were standing near him. 
Every one was attracted by his bearing. He seemed 
to be neighbor to all mankind. Inquiries were made 
and answered as to the health of the invalid wife at 
Elberon. His daughter, evidently full of joy and hon- 
est pride, waited for others to speak with him. then 
took his arm and left the church with him : seeming 
to say in her heart — " He is your President ! He is my 
Father ! " 



Behind all this happiness a fiend was lurking — that 
more cruel thine than savage brute — a man going 
through the earth, and leaving behind him the slimy 
track of a bad name ; reputed to be one who would' 
take food and shelter without thanks or payment; if 
insane, a man whose weakness was so thoroughly sat- 
urated with selfishness as to silence the excuses of 
charity ; a cruel man with conceit beyond the height of 
Appenine ; his whole life revolving around the selfish 
worship of himself, and willing, for the furtherance of 
his own opinions, to crush the whole world, if need 
be, like a worm ; a shadow dogging the footsteps of 
the good, the great, the happy ; a craven coward as to 
his own life, a prodigal of others'; a creature well con- 
tent that brave and pure hearts that had never injured 
him, should, for weeks, be walking on a mine which he 
was digging beneath their feet ; a disappointed office- 
seeker murdering at last the true man who had told 
him •• Nay !" and glorying in the sensation of a horror- 
stricken world as though he were the central actor in 
some pretty piece of melodrama. 

It is hard to resist the rising of the question — Why 
did God suffer this ? 

The best answer is doubtless the lono- one, to be 
revealed in years to come. But the shortest explana- 
tion gives much light. Such possibilities as this crime 
are necessarily hidden in the blessed gift of man's free 
will. Except for this free will, humanity would be un- 
done — Government. Art, Science, Religion itself would 
be wrecked. But the penalty must be paid for every 
gift, so long as this earth abides : for some men will 
abuse it. And among the costs of free will, the world 
has. now and then, a Guiteau, and even a Judas Iscariot. 



It is better to have them than to lose Free Will: 

for it builds faster than tiny can destroy. 

Moreover, such crimes are a part of the education 

of the race. It is no longer hard to believe in the 

history of the human fall through Adam. Such ter- 
rific crimes as that of the 2d of July, suggest the enor- 
mous and far-spread possibilities ol evil, latent, even 

now, in a moment's sin ol one had man. The Lord 
may shield this nation from the perils to which the 
madness of assassins opens the way. But in the terri- 
ble suggestion of what one pistol shot may do toward 
changing the course- of history, we learn the vanity ol 
human boastings, and the; need of all men seeking shel- 
ter, reverently, under the arms of God. Imagine Mar- 
tin Luther, or Elizabeth, or Washington, removed by 
private violence before they had set their mark upon 
their time, and consider what enormous changes in 
human progress would have been involved. So, too, the 
black deed of that wretch at Washington might have 
done incalculable evil. Wise men will look through 
the veil of false security pierced by the fatal bullet, 
and see the incompleteness of our best civilization. 
Now, as ever, the world is saved from ruin chiefly 
by the loving patience of the Infinite- bather. Ib- 
is always delivering us from ourselves, and saying " My 
children, how long !" 

None of us can ever forget that momentous Satur- 
day : — the stunned nation! — and the startled world! 
all thinking of one heart-broken household : all follow- 
ing with prayers and fears one flying railway-train 
bearing the Wife whom her husband's peril had made 



strong again. 



How wonderfully do the blackest things of earth bring 
out God's brightest lights : like the electric tires across 



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the thunder cloud. It is the Almighty's witness that 
virtue shall never go down under the darkness. All 
that long day was brightened by the loving sympathy 
of innumerable homes : — by the prayers of thousands, 
like arrows entering the skies : by the never hypocriti- 
cal grief of little children : — by the deep emotion of 
men unused to weeping: — and in the midst of all 
by the perfect Christian self-command of "one little 
woman : " — and the quietness of the chief sufferer — 
the strong man subjected to life's most crucial test : 
standing at morning on the very summit of human 
prosperity, at noon lying prostrate on the invalid's 
couch, in the audience room of death. But his manly 
words went around the world before night-fall : " I 
know how to die ! I am not afraid !" 

Still there was " one chance," so the physicians said, 
that he might recover. The sufferer said, " I will take 
it !" Medical science said, " I will take it !" The pray- 
ing Christian world said, " I will take it !" However 
the "one chance " failed us all. Really it was not a 
chance, as the autopsy has proven. Death lay in the 
nature of the wound ; but so long as the physical facts 
of the case were concealed, there seemed to be a 
" chance," that is to say, one of the turning points be- 
tween loss and gain, where God puts the lever into the 
hands of science and prayer, and man's fellowship with 
the Almighty enables him to join with Him in turning 
the courses of history. 

But, as it was finally proven, science had been look- 
ing in the wrong direction for the wound, and prayer 
had been asking what God was not to give, for miracle 
would have been necessary, and in this age God mani- 
fests his will that miracle should not be expected, and 



prayer should seek relief only through the divinely- 
guided use of ordinary law. 

Who thinks of forsaking Science because our Presi- 
dent has died ? But it were an equal absurdity to 
renounce, for the same cause, our faith in the power 
of Prayer. It is but the simple truth to say that both 
Science and Prayer were vindicated by many results of 
that unusual sickness. It was marvelously prolonged 
by both, and in such a way as to bless mankind as 
never did any sickness before since the world was made. 
Could either Science or Prayer reasonably ask more 
than the God of Wisdom and of Faith has given ? We 
asked for our way, and He gave us what was even 
better. 

It seems to me that our recent experience might well 
go down into history as The Wonderful Eighty Days. 
For the first time all the earth, during such a period, 
was kept watching beside one sick man. Such an 
opportunity could not have come by accident. It was 
evidently the result of divine combination, prepared by 
Him who keeps the Clock of Ages, and brings the 
pointers to the year and month and day and hour and 
minute He has chosen. Never before had opportunities 
for world-wide and instantaneous communication coin- 
cided for so many weeks with the universal longing to 
receive details from one anxious household. That 
longing was itself created by the bringing together of 
many causes. There was no such commanding great- 
ness in our President as to account for it. Able and 
gifted as he was, he had not stood as a giant above his 
countrymen before his office and its sorrows brought him 
before the world's eye. Those who do not see this truth 
miss the very moral of the hour. When God wishes to 
show all men each other's hearts, He does not choose for 



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the central figure a person who represents supremacy, 
but rather one who represents brotherhood. It would be 
hard to have found another who could so well as our 
President, have fulfilled this office for the whole family 
of man. To many thoughtful minds, Sir William 
Gladstone would have seemed better entitled to such 
a position than any other living man. But he could 
not have commanded a similar judgment from the 
multitudes of human kind. The circumstances sur- 
rounding President Garfield gave him a peculiar com- 
mand over the whole world's affections. 

In the first place he stood as the representative of 
the most popular movement of the age. All human 
society is gradually tending toward the establishment 
of republican government ; and it is perhaps difficult 
for Americans to realize the peculiar enthusiasm with 
which foreign mechanics and laborers look upon the 
man whom fifty millions of freemen choose from their 
own number, and voluntarily put at their head. This 
feeling is immensely increased, when, as in this case, 
such an one is known to have risen from poverty and 
obscurity, and to have fought his way up to the first 
gift of the nation. Every toiler in the world feels 
himself ennobled by thinking of him. Suppose now, 
in addition, such an one, by that adaptability, which is 
peculiarly American and democratic, successively and 
successfully fills those differing positions which es- 
tablish sympathies with very varied constituencies. 
Imagine him to be a college man, thoroughly educated, 
retaining no trace of his early obscurity : — fond of 
literature, of philosophy and of poetry : a reader of 
books, with rare powers for quoting the noblest pas- 
sages of the language — a charming companion tor a 
day, full of digested and of original thought. More- 



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over let him be a man who, at the call of his country, 
in a moment of peril, leaves civic life, enters the mili- 
tary service, hears himself bravely as a soldier and 
becomes a General; yet alter the war resumes his pro- 
fession, followed by the love of his comrades in arms. 
Then let him he surprised by a summons ol his State, 
sending him to Congress. There let him so distinguish 
himself by a manly and effective orator)' as to become 
the leader of his party ; taking high ground in matters 
of Civil Service Reform, and uttering speeches which 
henceforth become part of the literature of this subje< t. 
At lenotk let him be elected to tin- first gift ol the 
nation. As soon as he reaches this position, and be- 
fore his administration has been tested, let it be seen 
that he is physically a man of robust health, mentally 
a man of broad views, morally a man ol temperance 
and honesty, socially a man of deep family love, and 
religiously an earnest Christian. And what have you, 
at last, as the result of these combinations, altogether 
unusual, but a man who though not gigantic, is mar- 
vellously comprehensive, and capable of touching the 
sympathies of the round world on every point of its 
sphere. 

For some purpose God prepares such a man, and 
then sets him on a pinnacle. 

Then a blow, sudden as a holt from a thunder-cloud 
strikes that man, as if to destroy the whole result of 
the preparation God has made, and before sunset, 
there is one throb of sympathy throughout civilized 
humanity. It is the new age of the Hlectric Telegraph 
which supplies the key of the whole movement ; making 
possible, at last, the things which could never have been 
done before. 



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Actual history, forthwith assumes for eighty 
days all the attractiveness, both of the drama and 
of the serial story. A drama, because the cent- 
ral fio-ure is every inch a hero, and the wife who 
watches at his side, wholly a. heroine ; — and both of 
them appear under the tests of the sharpest contrast 
between high Prosperity and the sudden entrance ot 
Death, ushered in at the call of a fiend. A serial 
story, because for eleven weeks and more, the whole 
earth from King and scholar down to the day laborer 
asks — " How fares the President to-day ? " nor only asks 
but also gets a daily answer. Precisely as in a romance 
many characters are grouped around the central one. 
Each of the physicians, the nurses, the daughter, the 
special friends become household names in the homes 
of millions of people. As in a novel, .they are dis- 
cussed, their characteristics are well known, they become 
the friends of all the reading public, and when the last 
number of the story is issued, there is a lonely feeling 
as the group dissolves from view, and ceases to belong- 
to every one. We have all heard the legend of the 
wandering house of Loretto ; said to have been borne 
in the air finding its welcome, now here, now there. The 
parable has had a broader interpretation this Summer, 
in one household, which has found its home everywhere. 
Meanwhile, mankind has recollected that, in the na- 
ture of the case, the passing history is not complete 
in itself, but only a sequel ; and thus multitudes, who, 
if the President had not been wounded, would never 
have known how this thoroughly representative Ameri- 
can's life had been developed, have traced him back to 
the fire which cost his father's life, and out of which 
the boy came, in his infancy, almost like a brand from 
the burning. 



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Such was the singular combination of circumstances, 
clearly nothing less than Divine, under which our Presi- 
dent was enabled by God, to gather to himself, on his 

sick bed, an amount of world-wide affection, such as 
never centred, at the same moment, on any human being 
before him. He was wiseenough not to be elated by it. 
He knew that, through him, it came from humaniu to 
humanity. It was the tribute to fortitude, to patience, 
to heroism. There was not a single utterance of im- 
patience, of dismay, of distrust. The physicians 
had never seen such a patient. Common men can 
have self-command in days of strength. He was king <>f 
himself, in his weakness : — ready for everything : 
daunted by nothing. All this was from Cod. The 
perfect royalty with which he lay waiting for the divine 
will, cheerful and care free, illustrated to all mankind 
how completely a Christian can take I >ean Alford's view 
of this passing life ; which the traveler recollects as 
cut upon his monumental stone at Canterbury — 

" Deversorium viatoris Hierosolymam profiScentis. " 

The wayside inn of a traveler on the road to Jerusalem. 

Surely if anything could ever touch the world's 
emotions as they had never been touched before, it 
was just such a tragedy as that at Washington and 
Elberon. The more one studies the multiform com- 
binations which were necessary to make that appeal to 
humanity just what it was, the clearer it is seen that this 
affliction, like the rod of Moses, was designed in Heaven 
to smite the so-called "stony rock" of the great human 
heart, and to make its waters come forth. 

And they have indeed "gushed forth like the rivers." 
Such a blessed refutation of the common slander against 
our race — that it cannot feel — was never before- given. 
The whole world is disclosed to itself as all nations meel 



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together around the new-made grave at Cleveland. 
Our President's death has created a new era — " Hence- 
forth we are brethren!" Nothing could have been 
better worth dying for than to create the first occasion 
for mankind to know the generous depths of its own 
sympathies. England and America are made known to 
each other, beside one dear pale face, as a century of 
common living would have failed to reveal them. We 
are humbled to see so much more of universal human 
love than any of us believed in. It is a revelation from 
God. 

We were, indeed, prepared for much foreign sym- 
pathy. We had read those messages from the Queen 
in which the woman spoke ; and the replies from 
Washington, in which another woman responded 
simply and bravely, like a very Queen of sorrow, 
And we knew full well that the words from the 
English throne simply uttered the feelings of the 
British nation. Still we were blind to much that we 
now see. The care, the grief, the suspense seemed 
mostly our own, as it grew from week to week, until 
finally the nation took tenderly into its arms its 
thing chief and bore him to the sea, as softly as 
on eagles wings ; while all along the way the crowds 
stood mute and prayerful. It was fully revealed 
on that wonderful journey that corporations do 
have souls. Railroad embankments had grown in a 
night ; nothing had been wanting that could be done 
by money, work or forethought. At Elberon, on the 
evening before the invalid's journey, the proprietor of 
a summer residence had represented the feeling of 
every American householder, when, in reply to the sur- 
veyor who said, "The track must run through your 
flower bed," he answered. " Let it go through my cottage 



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if it will be of any service to the President." The little 
boy who begged the privilege of helping to drive one 

spike represented every American child. And the en 
gineer of the train that rolled over the lawns to the 
shore represented every American mechanic, when 
personifying the engine that had drawn such precious 
freight, he said " She was as quiet as a lamb, she did 
not spring as usual, jarring the passengers; and when 
she increased her speed to fifty miles an hour, she fairly 
held her breath." 

And when thus our hopes were raised, and the fresh, 
salt air which fanned our President's cheek seemed to 
cool us all, we began to count him secure of recovery. 
But the sad change came suddenly, and he quietly 
passed away one night, near the roar of those never- 
tired waves. 

We were at first so overwhelmed with our personal 
sorrow that we did not realize how many brothers, all 
over this no lonofer divided world, were sharing it. 
The earliest disclosure of the universal depth of kindred 
emotion was the astounding discovery that our so-called 
"dangerous" classes seemed to grieve the most. They 
bought the portraits of the President ; they paid him 
actual reverence, they kissed his features, they shed 
tears, exclaiming — " Ah ! you were once poor like us; 
you knew how we felt." Our streets have keen suddenl) 
turned into vast aisles of mourning ; so that we can 
appreciate the question of the little child when led In- 
ker mother along the sidewalk. Seeing the black on 
ever)' building, she turned and said, " Mamma ! is 
everybody dead ?" 

After this manifestation at our doors we are ready 
tor anything that may appear as the testimony of all 
the world's sympathy. For well we know that seas do 



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not separate hearts, and what the great humanity is 
here it must be elsewhere; and forthwith, under three 
thousand miles of tossing waves, the throbbing cables 
pass on to us the thrill of our brothers' hands on the 
other side. And so we know that the great bell of St. 
Paul's is booming over Ludgate Hill. The shops all 
over England are half closed. The very drivers of the 
wagons in the streets of London are wearing badges of 
mourning as they jostle along the Strand and Cheapside 
and across the Thames. These tokens of the feeling 
of the common people are very significant and very 
precious ; but it is no less true that the aristocracies 
and the capitalists of the first countries of the earth 
join deeply and most humanly in the general burst of 
grief. The Courts of different nations go into mourn- 
ine ", and the Oueen, true to her noble womanhood 
from first to last, sends her wreath to be laid upon the 
bier of one who, not many years ago, was a poor log- 
cabin boy. 

Brethren the world moves ! I know not how much 
this astounding revelation of human love may mean to 
skeptics. But its significance, for Christians, goes far 
beyond the feelings of the present hour, which, from 
their nature, must be transient. I cannot see in it any- 
thing less than a great rift in the clouds, showing us, 
by one of those sudden visions which can never be for- 
gotten, the depths behind. It seems to me that no one 
has ever before seen what world-wide sympathy really 
is ; but now, our President, by dying, has became God's 
strange instrument, for first revealing the loving world 
to itself as one household, smitten with a common sor- 
row. For such a result, I believe he would have been 
glad to die. This world can surely never be to me 
what it was before. It is a nobler, better, grander 



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world than any of us had thoughl it to l><\ Man has 
been revealed to man as more than ever a brother, by 
this very issue of the eighty days, against which we 
prayed. God has heard our prayer 1>\ a larger, and 
deeper, though more tearful answer than we dreamed 
of. Let me not be misunderstood when I even say that 
afresh light is thrown upon that saying of our Master : 
" I, it I be lifted up, will draw all men unto me." Far 
from my lips be the impiety of comparing our President 
with the Christ. I am speaking especially of his sick- 
ness. It was given to him as a sufferer, to he brave as 
a lion, yet gentle as a woman, free from all vengeance, 
and sunny as the morning, making every effort to 
live, yet indifferent to death ; and, imperfect man as he 
was. herein to manifest distinctly the Christ Spirit. 
Not one word of bitterness for the murderer went 
forth from that sick room. Under the awful provoca- 
tion, this silence was sublime-, and the whole earth 
was moved by it. For the Christ Spirit, by whom- 
soever shown, is this world's conqueror, but especially 
when represented by any one who, like our Lord, has 
won his way from poverty to honor ; and then has 
been struck down, by the wicked, in the; day of his 
power. 

Such is the real meaning of this great emotion which 
just now is sweeping around the globe like a tidal wave. 
It does not belong to our President as an individual, 
attractive, gifted, and good as he was, but rather in him. 
to that nobler ideal of perfect manhood, which, in the 
course of Providence, he was called upon to represent. 
Magnificent patience under trial, magnificent calmness 
before death, magnificent readiness to exchange the best 
of earth for a Christian's heaven. Thank God, it is 
now proven that this great world, so often called sordid. 



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cruel, selfish, is still ready to bow down, spontaneously, 
and without command, before any vivid manifestation 
of the Christ Spirit. Here is the great power, after 
all, with which to conquer this earth. Not prisons, and 
not cannon balls, but heroic fortitude under provoca- 
tions ; the imitation of the Lord under trial, brings the 
world to its knees, and makes it weep and pray. It 
will not be strange if skeptics wholly miss the real sig- 
nificance of these days. But it is no mere surface 
meaning that we are to read in the unwonted spectacle 
of the vast crowds massed at intervals, all along the 
line between Washington and Pittsburg, solemnly 
standing in the long, dark night ; until, if the telegram 
reports correctly, as the funeral train passes by, hun- 
dreds of strong men sink reverently to their knees. We 
Christians ought to understand that this profound emo- 
tion, though expended upon one of the best of our 
human brothers, really belongs not to him : it is too 
deep — too holy — to be appropriated by or for any mere 
man. It really certifies to the power of the Christ 
Spirit over humanity, not yet defined to itself, and only 
grasped indirectly through some frail man's partial 
interpretation of it. It is a prophecy of that glorious 
morning when all selfishness and all worldliness shall 
break down before goodness, and the sacrifices of 
Christians shall so lift our Saviour to His throne in 
human hearts, that he shall reign supreme from sea to 
sea. So this world of ours, shall be at last redeemed by 
His Spirit, from greed, and cruelty, and every form of 
selfishness. " Give me the place- to rest my lever," 
said Archimedes, " and I will move the world." Hie 
human heart, so often despaired of, is proven to be that 
place. Only not Archimedes, but Christ, as repre- 
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We arc, shall finally become the master of that position. 

This, brethren, is t lie real meaning ol our President's 
funeral. It uncovers and reveals the great power of 
world-wide sympathy, as never did any like sorrow dis- 
close it before. Here, in our parish, we stand, a group 
of mourners about a grave. Outside of us, our city 
makes a larger circle. Outside of the city the States 
of our Union are grouped like sisters. Outside of 
our country, other nations are observing the solemni- 
ties, in courts, in cottages, in streets, in churches. 
Mighty congregations gather at London, in St. Paul's 
Cathedral, and St. M artin's-in-the-Fields, and while the 
hymns of faith are sung, our brothers and our sisters 
stand sobbing there. Thank God for those dear tears. 
Thank God for that statement in the Spectator, that of 
the ninety millions of the English-speaking race there 
have probably not been fifty persons, during the past 
few weeks, who would not have gone out of their way 
to do a kindness to the American President. And so 
the outer circles of this grandest funeral that the earth 
ever knew, cut through Australia and the islands of the 
sea, and become the zones of the world itself. 

Such honor, I say again, belongs not to any man as 
an individual. It may be paid as such a tribute, but its 
origin lies deeper. It is the homage of humanity to the 
power of Christ-like fortitude, under Christ-like condi- 
tions of sharp contrasts in origin, in progress, and in 
catastrophe. For when any vivid imitation of our Lord 
is lifted up, it draws all men unto Mini. 

The lesson of tin; hour therefore, combines prophe- 
cy with admonition. To us, Americans, the admonition 
should first address itself. Reform tin: Civil Servn i ! 
Uproot the giant evil of the spoils system ! but for 
which our President would have been alive on earth. 



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to-day. Let that majestic shaft which shall overlook 
Lake Erie, be a perpetual monument to one in whose 
death Ins foes died also, and craft and greed were ex- 
changed for a new rule. Offices free from corruption ; 
and given for merit only. 

Hut there is a lesson larger yet. It touches not 
merely one evil, but all wrongs. Here as we stand, 
with the whole world, around one grave, let us clasp our 
brothers' hands, and solemnly kneel together. It is the 
place and it is the hour for devoting ourselves to a 
higher life, to a larger sympathy, to a stricter honesty, 
to a more generous sacrifice: our Lord from Nazareth, 
King of Righteousness is the only King of men. He is 
the founder of a new race of rulers ; sons of Adam who 
are at last made rulers of themselves. Let us conse- 
crate our strength by helping human society to put it- 
self under His laws. Here, in the Elder Brother, is our 
only brotherhood. Here in the imitation of His sacri- 
fice, His holiness, and His friendliness, is earth's only 
liberty. There are no freemen except those whom 
Christ and His truth make free. 

But with Him, creation moves! hearts melt! im- 
moralities perish ! The new day dawns ! 

"Thou framer of the light and dark, 
Steer through the tempest Thine own ark : 
Amid the howling wintry sea 
We are in port, if we have Thee." 



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